you forget sometimes
and slip
into emotional amnesia.
pain
leaves,
wounds heal.
scars
evaporate before your eyes.
but then
a word
is spoken,
something seen.
a thought pricks the balloon
of
the serenity that you've
miraculously
achieved,
and it all comes back
to you. but unlike
before,
you quickly and surgically
remove these
thoughts,
snipping them
one by one, until
there is nothing left
to grieve,
nothing left to be lost.
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